A long time passed. When Luo Xiu regained consciousness and groggily opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful face hovering right in front of his own.
It was Xia Chan's face.
With her eyes closed, her long, curled eyelashes would occasionally tremble gently, like the shy antennae of an insect.
The warm, soft sensation from his lips, along with the sweet fragrance, made Luo Xiu instantly aware of his current situation. He remained silent, his eyes slowly looking downward.
As expected. Just as I thought, Xia Chan's lips are pressed against my own.
A sweet scent, like a liquid yet also like a gas, flowed into his mouth. After entering his stomach, it wandered through his meridians and nourished his limbs and bones, making him feel incredibly comfortable.
After a while, Xia Chan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Fearing she would discover he was awake, Luo Xiu hastily closed his eyes.
But she noticed anyway.
